Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“A cabin…why?”
“For when I need to get away. For work. But I’ve never taken anybody there before.”
“Let’s go,” I say, my heart thudding, guilt threatening to choke me.
There’s something else beyond the guilt, and I know this is the best time to tell him before it gets too far, before the bombshell becomes too big.
Can I not tell him?
But surely he’d know if we go all the way. Surely he’d be able to tell.
What am I thinking if we go all the way?
Going all the way is our only option if I want a life together, love, closeness, and a family.
He smooths his hand over the small of my back, guiding me down the path.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Felix
“This is beautiful,” Faye says, standing at the edge of the lake as she snaps photographs of the waterfall. “How have I never been here before?”
I stare at her body from behind, the summer dress highlighting her curvy shape. My cock is still solid from when she stroked her hand up and down it, made even more tantalizing by the nervous shiver inside of her, the way her eyes got wide like she couldn’t believe what she was doing.
But she wanted, wants to do it again.
“We were driving for a couple of hours,” I tell her. “And it’s not as if it’s some well-known spot.”
“Still…,” she trails off, walking up and down the edge of the lake. “It’s so pretty.”
We’re the only people here, evidence of how this isn’t a tourist spot. It feels like we could be the only people left alive, just me and Faye, nothing existing beyond the glistening lake and the crashing of the waterfall and the shape of my woman’s body, the feeling of her want, her affection.
Her love.
I push that word down when it tries to rise up on my lips, tries to make me say it, even if it would scare her away.
Walking up behind her, I look around again, triple checking it’s just us.
She softly moans when I take her hips, leaning down so I can press against her. She pushes back against me, shifting up and down.
“We need to keep a lookout,” I growl against her ear.
She turns her face to me, her cheeks that tempting shade of red, the camera trembling in her hands.
“Nobody else can see,” I go on, knowing I should stop.
But the tremor within won’t let me. My seed is flaring, impossible to ignore, pulsing and roaring at me to do this, to claim her right here.
“See what?” she whispers.
Pulling on her dress, I slip my hand beneath the fabric, grabbing onto her bare thigh, then her ass, massaging like the animal I am—the animal she makes me.
I’m panting, struggling not to snap right here, bend her over, and savagely pull her panties down, freeing her ass, then slipping my cock between her legs.
“Your first orgasm,” I tell her, finding her panties and pushing them aside.
I look around again, thinking of the walk up here. We only saw one other person, and he was walking in the opposite direction.
It’s a weekday, and this isn’t a massively popular spot.
There’s a bigger waterfall five miles east. That’s the one that draws the most interest.
I tell myself all of this because I know I can’t stop. Not now I’ve felt how wet she is.
Her pussy is soaked. I smooth my finger around it, spreading the wetness, still driving my rock-solid manhood against her ass.
She shifts against me as I circle her faster and faster.
“We shouldn’t be doing this here,” she moans.
“I know.” I softly push at her entrance, feeling it open for me, tight, wet, and needy. “We should stop.”
“Oh, God,” she gasps as I slide my finger inside of her, pushing and feeling how tight and hot she is, her pussy gripping onto my finger like it will to my cock. “You’re…oh, fuck. It feels….”
“That’s it.” I slip my finger in and out, feel her slickness, hear how wet her pussy is, and the slippery noises she makes for me. “I can feel how badly you want it.”
I look around again. It takes a big effort to keep doing this, to focus everything I have on my Faye, but I know I have to.
Nobody can see her like this. Just me.
Only me, for the rest of our goddam lives.
She shifts back against me as if her body’s taking over, her instinct driving her. I finger her young, slick slit faster, deeper, pushing up inside of her as she moans and collapses against me.
I wrap my other arm around her, slipping it into her bra, greedily massaging her breast.
Stop it now, a voice howls. If anybody else sees, you’ll kill them.
But there’s no way I can, not when she makes another high-pitched moan. Each one has surprise in it, like she can’t believe how it feels.